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HYMN 443. True love to Ordinances. 1. METRE.
Psalm 84.1, 2.
HOW amiable are thy Tents,
Lord God of Hosts, to me?
My soul doth long, yea even faints
thy Sacred Courts to see.
My heart and flesh cry out for thee,
the everliving God:
O when shall I come near and see
the place of thine abode!
4, 10.
O happy they that hold their place
within thy house to dwell:
For in thy Courts a days short space
a thousand doth excell.
Much rather would I keep a door,
and in thy house remain,
Than dwell with all the pomp and store
in tents of the prophane.
11.
For God a Sun and Shield will be,
with Grace▪ and Glory bright:
And no good thing with-hold will he
from them that walk upright.
Lord God of Hosts (whose Glory reigns)
how happy a man is he
That though debarr'd the outward means,
yet puts his trust in thee.